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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up the gambler.
We were both too to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the were
By the way held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
when to walk away,
when to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up the gambler.
We were both too to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the were
By the way held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
when to walk away,
when to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
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